darkness rising,
fires blazing
dead arising,
fat men lazing
death comes soon,
it is near
a day at noon,
rising fear
soon it ends,
the earth turns to dust
darkness rends,
surrender, you must.

As I hold her in my arms, I feel her warm slender body.
Her creamy pale taupe skin almost moulds to mine like fresh-
smooth clay. No such hands could have crafted such unique beauty.

I can feel her every thought as we both cherish this moment.
Leaning her head back in a submissive manner;
I gently move my hands over her delicate shoulders.

The soft curls in her dark sepia hair are like a stream-
of waves caressed by the harassing wind.
The feeling of her silky hair sliding between my fingers-
sends warm chills through my arms like trickling water.

I cant see or touch anything else.

My heart is someone else's posession. Thats all that matters now.

By Ismail Ferullo

(Im getting a copy write, so if you copy any of this your in trouble!!!)

-moved to appropriate forum-

the sweet songs of birds as they fly,
times of happyness passing by.
as things pass away many greive should i,
everything a mystery,
everything a lie

Image Within

Quiet she was
Nearly eighteen summers old
She looked in the mirror
And felt so old

Looking back at her
Was a wrinkled face
With tattered old clothes
That had no taste

Grown up she was
Sooner than thought
She looked forward
To seeing her grave plot

Happy she seemed
Sad she was
Thought to handle life
But she has had enough

Looking back at her
Was her feelings from inside
She whiped off her make-up
And then she died.


© All rights reserved to behead any who steals the Empress's work

Written on a Silver Bullet

Hear her crying in the darkness,
See her tears of blood run down,
And tell me how you justify it,
If she can't stand on hallowed ground.

Woven in the moonlit roses,
Down beside her bleeding heart,
Written on a silver bullet,
Everything must fall apart.

In true nature of immortals,
She relished in the blood they'd shed,
Only when the moon curse called him
Would she release him from her bed.

Darkest of the star crossed lovers,
Thrust behind the iron gate,
A monster lurking in the shadows,
A beauty of eternal fate.

Was he a torn and twisted monster,
Is she a freak who will never die,
Torn by fate in cold redemption,
All is for the blood she cries.

Engraved upon the stone above him,
"Immortal ever is my heart,"
Written on a silver bullet,
Everything must fall apart.

Ages pass in lonely sorrow,
Long after she forsook her grace.
But still she looks down from her tower,
Upon his final resting place.

Forgotten is their reign of torment,
Forgotten was their cruelest vice,
But now they cannot be forgiven,
Thus they made their sacrifice.

Only when they found his weakness,
And took him forever from her side,
Bleeding he came to her in slumber,
Together fleeing before he died.

With his last breath he said I love you,
While she tried to heal him in her art,
Written on a silver bullet,
Everything must fall apart.

What morals taught henceforth-
Forget them

What philosophical ideas-
Forget them

What family thy have-
Forget them

What roses left anew-
Forget them

Perch heavily upon thy grave,
And forget them.